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Cassie ☆ she/her ☆ age regressor ☆ sfw

[starrysweetiecass]

intro !!!

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hiiii, my names Cassie, im 21 and im new to age regressing !! i liek space n superheros and the beach and collect stuffed lambs n penguins. I enjoy coloring and dancing and listening to fun music! I really wanna make some friends!!!!!

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[w1nters-child]

my daddy steve headcanons

• he wakes you up with back rubs - you could be a jumpy kiddo, especially in the morning; but steve always knew how to approach it with care. “hi, sweetheart,” he’d murmur in the softest tone he could muster, giving you the time to grumble away your hearts content.

• he shushes instead of telling you to “stop” during tantrums/big feelings - until you’re ready to properly speak your mind with words, steve gently attempts to calm you down. what always seems to work is plenty of reassured words of “i know”, “daddy knows”, or “i’m trying to understand, baby.” and if they were just wails? he’d shush you till they turned to hiccups.

• he loves to play old music while he holds you on a big recliner; something he designates as “quiet time” - each and every night without fail, after bath time, steve carries you over to the big recliner in the corner of the room. after the vinyl record is settled and softly playing as ambiance, steve holds you; running his callused fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.

• he ALWAYS plays along with your creativity - no matter how silly it may make him feel, he’ll without hesitation be your horsey, or wear a tiara, or play a puppy since “you didn’t own a puppy toy.”

• when he tickles you he always pauses in between to give you time to catch your breath - maybe his own personal daddy hack to tickle his baby to his hearts content. to “recharge his tickle stamina” as he liked to say; but he knew the real reason.

[communist-hatsunemiku]

Reference sheet for #FreeformMiku - l33oh

[will-brake-4-critters]

what are you doing awake darling? here, lets go back to bed ✨💤

[sweetie-cloud]

Ryland Grace Caregiver Moodboard 🌍 SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY

[landsccape]

[what-the-cap-dude]

My Steve Rogers caregiver headcanons!

So... grins at you sheepishly. Technically I already did Steve Rogers caregiver headcanons in my Avengers agere headcanons post but uh... if you take one look at my blog, you may be able to infer that I like him quite a lot, so much so it would warrant a whole separate post for just him as a caregiver

So, throws these at you like that one Eminem meme. Written platonically and STRICTLY sfw. Please keep that in mind :]

Headcanons under the cut :)

- When you look up "gentle giant" in the dictionary, there is a reason why Steve's picture is there.

- He has these big ol hands covered in calluses and blisters and still they cup your face softer then anyone has ever cupped it before.

- That's what makes him so great, despite his size and what you would assume to be a stern attitude, he's still endlessly patient and kind with kiddos.

- He'll explain the same instructions over and over to you in about fifty different ways and never get snappy or annoyed.

- He'll redo your shoe laces ten times even if you guys are running late if you keep insisting they're "too tight" or "not tight enough."

- You could be having the worst day of your life, throwing temper tantrums, screaming and crying, kicking, the whole shebang, and Steve will just crouch in front of you and wait for you to finish and hold you.

- Never in his care will you doubt that you're loved and he cares for you deeply.

- He won't make you feel less then or like you're burdening him. He'd drop anything for you at anytime. And if he feels he hasn't made that clear, then darnit, he's not doing his job right!

- And a happy baby is a happy Steve.

- Steve is willing to do just about anything to get a little smile out of you, even at his own expense.

- He let's down his guard a lot more around you, and feels more free to be silly, even if it's embarrassing.

- Though, if someone walks in on him preforming his show for you in full gear again, he may just have to call it quits/silly!

- He feels like his most used phrase at this point is "Can you gimme a smile?"

- This is usually coupled with him lifting up the corners of your mouth a little and saying "Cheeeseee!" To give you a bit of help!

- And if that doesn't work, affection galore!

- If you want it, Steve hands out physical affection like candy on Halloween!

- You go to bed with hugs and a forehead kiss and you wake up with them too!

- Steve pretty much holds hands with you wherever you two go, even if he's at no risk of losing you in a crowd or something, he just likes having you close!

- And if you ever dare to be "Too cute" (curse his cuteness aggression!) Steve is immediately scooping you up in his arms and smothering your face with kisses until your more giggles then kiddo!

- He absolutely adores doing stuff like that just to get you laughing, and you always know when he's gonna because he gets a stupid smirky look on his face.

- And again, what's his excuse? You were being too cute!

- And between his bouts of cuteness aggression and being in pure disbelief that a kid as amazing as you is his, he loves his calm little activities he does with you, especially drawing.

- On slow days, usually when it's raining, he loves sitting with you at the table and drawing, then you two show eachother what you made!

- Steve keeps everything you make and hangs his favorites up in his office space, proudly showing it off to the team. Though, he is a little embarrassing with it, even he can admit.

- He also loves listening to music and dancing around with you!

- If you ignore the whole "He can't dance" part, it's great!

- Steve has records galore and let's you pick out one for you and him to dance to. He even taught you how to use the record player and how to handle the vinyls with care and respect if you wanted to listen to them on your own!

- Once you pick your favorite, Steve will let you gently stand on top of his feet and sway around with you. He won't even get mad when you giggle at him for tripping and falling.

- He's always been a bit clumsy anyways, spilling your juice down himself or bumping into things when he's in a rush out the door more times then he can count.

- He just laughs it off and gives you an apologetic hair ruffle after spilling your snack for the billionth time. He doesn't beat himself up for it too much, especially when you're around. He doesn't want you to be hard on yourself, so, he leads by example.

- After all, it is "Just stuff."

Alright, alright! I think that's all I got for now! Hope you all enjoyed! ^^

[myspace-dolly]

Ryland Grace caregiver moodboard ☄️💫

Just saw Project Hail Mary and instantly formed a bond with Grace, that's dada to me!! :3

[orellazalonia]

Too Quiet with Big Feelings

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]

Summary: You start to feel invisible and guilty when Steve and Bucky get caught up in a conversation and stop noticing you, leading you to quietly hide and try to shrink away. But when they realize you’re missing, they find you, hold you close, and gently remind you that you are never too much. Always seen, always safe, and always loved.

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The common room at the compound is full of voices today, not loud but busy. Adults laughing, adults talking. The kind you don’t usually listen to because none of it makes sense anyway. You sit on the rug in your softest sweatpants, your bunny sat in front of you and a box of crayons spread out beside you.

They’d said it was a “down day.” A day to stay close. A “just us” day.

But now Steve and Bucky are standing with Sam and Bruce across the room, talking about something you can’t quite follow. They weren’t fighting or yelling. Just long words and nods, frowns that come and go. Every now and then someone laughs. Not in a mean way, just… not with you.

You glance at them.

They’re standing close together. Bucky has his arms crossed, looking serious like he does when he’s talking about grown-up things. Steve is listening and nodding along, sometimes talking too. Neither of them are looking at you.

You push your crayon a little harder into the paper. The tip breaks.

It startles you more than it should.

You look back at them again. They’re still not looking.

You scoot your bunny closer.

It’s not like they’re ignoring you… right? They’re just busy, just talking. They’ll come back soon.

But it’s been a long time. A whole coloring page time, a snack time, and a tummy-starts-to-hurt time.

You bite the inside of your cheek and try not to think about it.

You’re not mad. You’re not supposed to be mad. You get to have people who care about you now. Daddies who take care of you. You’re lucky. You’re supposed to be happy.

So why does your chest feel weird?

Your hand shakes a little when you reach for the next crayon. You're not allowed to be upset. That’s selfish, bratty.

You press your lips together.

Telling yourself that you shouldn't be thinking like this. Not when they’ve been so good. Not when they carry you, hold you, kiss your forehead, and call you baby. Not when they give you soft clothes, warm food, bubble baths, and everything.

Still…

The ache creeps in anyway.

You curl your legs up tight and hug your bunny close, crumpling just a little more in on yourself.

You glance at them one last time.

They’re still not looking.

So this time… you stop looking back.

You don’t cry yet. You just shrink, fold in a little smaller. Curl around your bunny like he can make you disappear if you hold him tight enough. He doesn’t say anything, just lies in your arms the way he always does, ears flopping over your hand, his little sewn-on smile not quite helping today.

They’re still talking, still far away.

You don’t want to bother them. You don’t want to be a problem.

You have been a lot lately. Needy. Clingy. Little all the time. You’d needed help getting dressed this morning and nearly cried when your sock felt funny. Bucky had fixed it without a word while Steve had kissed your head and said, “That’s okay, honey. We’ve got you.”

But maybe now they’re tired of it. Maybe they’re talking about that. Maybe they’re thinking: She’s too much. We didn’t sign up for this. She should be big today.

The guilt is a thick, sticky thing in your chest. It doesn’t explode, but it seeps slowly and heavily.

Your eyes sting even more but you try to blink it away. You don’t want to cry. If you cry, they’ll have to come over. And then you’ll be a problem again.

So you scoot back quietly, a little at a time.

You look over once more when you hear them again. They’re laughing at something Sam said.

You get up without thinking too much about it. You leave your coloring page, your crayons, even your bunny. Just long enough to shuffle behind the couch and curl up where no one can see.

It’s smaller here, quieter. No one will have to pretend to pay attention to you. No one will have to pause their important conversation to deal with you being silly and sad for no reason.

Your knees are under your chin. Your fingers twist the hem of your sleeve. You sniff once, very softly.

You tell yourself you’ll stay here just for a little bit until it stops hurting so much.

Meanwhile, there’s a pause in the conversation your daddies are having.

Steve’s mid-sentence when his eyes flick past the rug. His words trail off.

“Where’d she go?” He asks softly.

Bucky turns immediately. His arms unfold. His eyes scanning the room: the crayon box, the half-colored page, the stuffed bunny lying on its side like it was dropped quickly.

His heart skips.

“She was right there,” Bucky murmurs, already moving. “She was just–“

“She wouldn’t leave her bunny,” Steve says.

Bucky’s already crouching down, peeking under the coffee table, checking behind the armchair. “Sweetheart?” He calls, careful and calm. “C’mon, dove. Where’d you run off to?”

Steve moves slower. Not because he’s less worried but because he knows how this works. Littles don’t always hide because they want to be found. Sometimes… they hide because they think they shouldn’t be.

And that’s what cuts the deepest.

He spots the edge of your sleeve first. Tucked just behind the couch. Small and trembling.

He doesn’t speak right away. He crouches beside the couch, just enough to peek his head around the side.

There you are.

Curled up like a kitten in the dark. Knees to your chest. Face hidden in your arms. Not asleep. Just… trying to be invisible.

His heart aches.

“Hey,” He whispers gently. “There you are.”

You flinch at first, just a little.

Bucky hears the tone in Steve’s voice and kneels beside him a second later. “Baby,” He breathes, eyes softening instantly. “Oh, no…”

You don’t answer.

Steve doesn’t reach in. He just lowers his voice until it’s nothing but soothing for you. “We were looking for you, bug. Got a little worried when we couldn’t see you.”

You shrug, barely.

Bucky stays where he is, but his voice is warm. “Can you tell us what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

A sniffle.

Then, in a whisper so quiet it barely counts: “You were busy.”

Steve tilts his head. “Busy doesn’t mean we stop seeing you.”

“You forgot me…”

“Oh, baby,” Bucky’s voice softens as he adjusts his position so he’s closer to you. “No. No, we didn’t. We’d never.”

You finally glance up, eyes shining. “Didn’t wanna be annoyin’ or a bother.”

Steve’s hand comes to rest on the floor beside you, palm up and waiting. “You’re not. You never are, not even a little.”

“But…” You mumble, curling tighter. “Didn’t notice I was gone.”

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, guilt pooling in his chest like lead. “That’s on us, baby,” He says gently. “That’s not your job to fix. You were hurting, and we weren’t paying close enough attention. That’s our mistake, not yours.”

Steve nods. “We’re so sorry, sweetheart. You matter, you always do.”

The tears come then, slow, quiet ones. The kind that you don’t want anyone to see, but they notice anyway. You don’t even know why you’re crying. It’s just too many feelings all at once.

“Can…” You whisper, eyes still wet, “Can I come out now?”

Steve’s voice breaks just a little. “Course you can.”

You slide forward into his arms, and he lifts you gently, like you weigh nothing. Bucky’s hands rub soothing circles on your back before leaning down to pick up your bunny and tuck it back into your arms.

“You never gotta hide from us, baby,” Bucky reassures. “Not your feelings, not for anything.”

Steve kisses the top of your head. “You’re safe now. You’re seen. Always.”

He doesn't let go either. Not even when he sits down fully on the couch with you still in his arms, curled against his chest like you belong there because you do. One big hand supports your back while the other cups your head gently, fingers combing through your hair in slow, steady motions.

Bucky follows close, sitting beside Steve and tugging your legs across his lap. His metal hand rests on your shin, grounding and cool.

You sniffle again. Not crying as much anymore.

“I didn’t wanna feel sad,” You whisper into Steve’s shirt.

“I know, honey,” Steve murmurs. “But you don’t have to be happy all the time to be loved. Littles get sad. And when you do, we come find you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Bucky adds gently. “Feelings just… happen sometimes. Even the hard ones. We don’t want you to hide them or yourself.”

Your fingers twist in the fabric of Steve’s shirt. He lets you.

“I thought maybe I was too much,” You admit, voice so small it nearly disappears.

Steve’s arms tighten just a little. “You’re everything to us,” He says. “You’re never too much, you’re exactly you. And we love that you.”

“Even when I don’t talk?”

“Even then,” Bucky promises.

“Even when I cry?”

Steve kisses the top of your head. “Especially then.”

You nod into his chest, finally relaxing a little more, your legs draped across Bucky, arms tucked under your bunny, and eyes blinking slowly like you could drift off right there.

Bucky tugs a soft blanket over the three of you.

“Think our bug needs a recharge,” He says with a smile.

Steve chuckles, still stroking your back. “And maybe a snack after. You didn’t finish your juice box.”

You hum softly, barely awake. “C’n I have gummies too?”

Bucky leans in and brushes your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Steve’s voice is low, steady. “We’re not going anywhere. You don’t have to do anything but be here, with us.”

Your breathing slows.

The ache in your chest fades, replaced with warmth. Not just from the blanket. Not just from the quiet around you.

But from being seen, from being held, from being wanted.

And as you finally close your eyes, you realize you never needed to hide.

They make room for all your feelings no matter what.

[what-the-cap-dude]

I love how in the sfw age regression community you can be like "This is my Baba, his real name is Baba, he's gonna tuck me in tonight and read me a story with the funny voices!" And Baba is standing over here like this:

And we're just like "Yeah! He so would! Awesome ideas!" And I love that.

[cg-marvel]

caregiver who always remembers to ask you if you’ve eaten 👇

[starrysweetiecass]

M feelin lil but I donwanna pester anyone :<

[starrslittlespace]

Imagine...

⭐Your cg making spaghetti for dinner... you get sauce all over your face as you enthusiastically shovel the noodles into your mouth, causing your cg to laugh as they wipe your face with a soft napkin and urge you to slow down, a warm smile never leaving their lips. "How'd you even manage to get sauce there silly??" Bathtime is inevitable tonight.

⭐Feeling small at the grocery store while you're out shopping with your cg... you grow quieter, your mind feeling fuzzy as you instinctivy drift closer to your cg seeking comfort and saftey It's no matter though, they notice immediatly and take your hand in theirs, holding you tight. They notice your eyes drifting to the baby section, all those soft stuffies and yummy snacks and lovely bottles and pacis... with a small smirk on their face they lead you to through the aisles, allowing you to pick out a few items for yourself for being "such a good shopping helper" as your legs grow tired and you start to lag behind your cg helps you up into the cart so you can "gaurd the groceries" - aka nap - while they finish shopping.

⭐Having a backyard picnic with your cg on a warm sunny day... you can feel the soft dewy grass beneath your feet as you run across the yard, your cg not far behind. You are surrounded by the chirping of the birds and soft breeze whispering through the trees. You look around in wonder, eager to explore. After hunting for bugs under rocks and being chased around by your cg, the two of you finally settle down on the picnic blanket and eat the peanut butter sandwitches you packed. You sip cool, sweet lemonade from your sippy cup as you lay down with your cg, staring up at the sky and pointing out shapes in the clouds. "That one looks like a kitty cat! And that one looks like a dinosaur!!" You soon slip into a blissful sleep, relishing the warmth of the sun, and that's ok, as your cg is there watching over their little one.

⭐Coloring with your cg... you're sitting comfily in their lap, an aray of dollar store coloring books and various markers and pencils splayed out in front of you. You happily (and incoherently) babble to your cg as you scribble away at your coloring, with your cg nodding along, their fondness for you seeping into their responses. "Oh wow baby that's so cool!" "Uh huh, then what happened next" You revel your masterpiece to your cg, and although there is more coling outside of the lines then in, their heart fills with pride. "Good job honey! Wow such a clever little one." They promptly hang the coloring page on the fridge, but not before adding a shiny golden star to it, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

⭐Bedtime with your cg... being tucked snugly under the covers, your favorite stuffies and softest blankets surrounding you. Your eyes grow heavy as listen to the soothing voice of your cg reading the bedtime story you picked out. Even though you're already half asleep, you insist on "just one more story" - a request that your cg just can't say no to when you ask with your soft pleading whine. It's no suprise to them that your breathing slows about three pages in, you've already drifted off to dreamland. They smile knowingly as they put the book aside and settle into bed next to you, switching the lamp off and wrapping a protective arm around you as they join you in slumber. "Goodnight little one"

[creative-chaos-apparently]

It snode :)

[starrysweetiecass]

hehe made some picrews of little me !!

[rainydaystroll]

Rescued Baby Seal Named Cheesecake

[nerdyagere]

People hating on age regressors are funny like sorry you hate my childlike wonder I'm gonna keep shaking this toy because it makes a funny noise and take a sippy from my super cool mega awesome dino cup